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The Bent Prime Minister Hangs on ‘til the Last

The tousled hair fake
The crooked tie
The stupid bluff
Its all a con
Another lie

The accusatory glare
With practiced aplomb
He still ain’t gone
The master of artless guff
Though they’ve had enough

He claims it’s been done
When he just sat back
Took every bung
And going backhander
From the hedge funds caper
And her wallpaper

From crooked friends
More lies and propaganda
Lies, lies, lies and more
From a bus to the Queen
No matter
No treaty
No integrity
No moral contrition

All that counts
Was his own volition
Eternal cans
Kicked down the road
Hoping and wanking
For the anger to die,
That more lies
Will overcome
As he shoots more load